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It's moving!

Just when the mountain hero swept over the lonely ghost and countless small thoughts flashed through his mind, at this delicate and silent time, in this cold and sophisticated world, a very, very conspicuous swarthy swarthy moved!

Should be!

The silent swarthy made a very, very conspicuous move!

In this delicate and silent time, in this cold and sophisticated world!

It!

In this delicate moment of face-to-face, eye-to-eye, knife-to-knife!

Unscrupulous, blatant and reckless, reckless and reckless, a sensitive and provocative big step!

Moment!

Rushan Hero's eyes shrank suddenly, his whole body tightened suddenly, his hands instantly clenched into fists with all his strength, and his eyes were locked straight and tightly locked on the swarthy silence not far away:

It's looking at itself coldly!

It looks at itself without a hint of emotion!

It stared at itself with absolute ruthless indifference, and slowly walked towards the place where it was standing!

It!

In breaking this delicate balance, with a certain strong purpose, set itself as the absolute target direction, because it is slowly invading its absolute line of defense step by step!

You see!

The rancid and filthy black robe that covered it slowly could no longer cover up this ghost, and the murderous aura emanating from its body could no longer wrap up this ghost, the innate bloodthirsty madness!

Ghost!

It's time to eat people!

It!

Walking towards himself,

Step by step,

On the absolute line of defense that belongs to them,

It!

Provoke your majesty again!

With his eyes open, his fists clenched, his whole body tensed, and his anger was like a mountain hero, angry!

He's going to smash it hard:

This filthy dog thing,

This beast is inferior to the beast,

This bastard doesn't even deserve a dog!

So

The hero of the mountain was angry, clenched his fists, his whole body was black and cracked, and he took a fierce step towards the fierce in front of him, directly stepping on the incomparably hard stone rock in front of him, and told this mongrel who was not even worthy of a dog with his actions:

You're going to fight!

I'll fight!